...what kind of parents are we anyway, we wish him a happy 5 th birthday, shower the kid with presents, cake & friends and we are off to the doctor to get 4 shots in the arm! clay, although dramatic at times, has never been a kid that throws tantrums. he is very leveled headed and convinced himself (via telling his little brother) that the shots were for his own good and only hurt for a second. the checkup went well as he joked with the doc. the dr tells him he is a little on the small side but predicts he'll grow to be 5'8, 140lbs--leaving his dad a bit envious! he fights back the tears as hears that he will have 4 shots today. it is so cute that he is trying to be a little man as he asks his mommy if it is o.k. to cry if it hurts. i said of course you can cry but you have to hold your arm still! just as we finished our breathing exercises to avoid the tears, the nurse walks in with 4 shots and 4 band-aids and all hell breaks loose! the fear kicks in and the screaming begins-the worst part is that mommy has to pin him down so the nurse can do her job. he survived but the dramatics continued as he informed me that he could still talk normal and walk o.k. event though the nurse didn't do a very good job! the best part of the day was when damon (clay's little brother), who shows signs of being very intelligent for his age, hops up on mommy's lap in the same position his brother did several minutes prior and doesn't even put up a fight while i hold him down for his flu shot. he said "ouch!"
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